Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

1]

Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and pray to be rich man famous
Everybody us,
Never wanna live this to be aimless,
are amazing, I just wanna be so close where the brain is,

Never gon' play, when they up state, and the guns go blaze,
always gotta slay, when i think about the way, im puffin on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We just to breathe,
With a plumped up that's just mad at me,
They gotta spread rumors, a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a thief and you go low,
to the Lord and the heathens,
The evils wanna free us,
Sick and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, wrong for the pussy mane,
I know you wanna but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we always gone when two of us,
Yeah we never gonna hang again,
You always fucken when I need a friend,
Times when I ever wanna leave it,
I gotta score when I'm not needed,
You wanna dip your own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
Fickle man and I said so,
Mane, die the beat, ride to the drums,
with a snitch, and you gotta lose my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
Spill to all of those that diss us,
Rappers talk, but playing catch up,
Wow this games got you fucked up,
with the heat, stash all the drugs,
Ride a click, live for the night,
Find you like, die for the fight, dumb
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that night you were to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to that I need that Jesus (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I this (need this) please offer to fall your legions (legions),
please die for the heathens (heathens),
Please die for the false, please just help me to help you the most,
just tell me what the hell I need,
Please guide me to finally see

[Male
Broken trusted like you on ice,
Knife in the back, everybody wanna yo life,
You said I would be trouble, you dead on right,
at myself in the mirror and reflect on mine

[Female

There's way too many dramas to behind us,
Why do the reminders to find us,
every time I close my eyes, I feel it, I can conceal it,
I them nights, with you yeah,
And them texts you lying ooo babe

Oh who the are we kidding,
It's a young slicker lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was this even real or for show?
I i hate this feeling yeah